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Ebbie

Years ago two of my Oregon brothers adopted a couple of mustang mares. Both of them were pregnant. It was fascinating to see how differently each mare raised its foal. The one mare, named Lady, obviously a warm blood, ran anxiously after her foal; he gave her hardly a moment's peace. The baby paid little attention to her whickering; he was carefree, frolicking heedlessly all over the place.

The other mare, Mitsy, a compact, wiry grey, kept tight reins on her colt; she required him to stay at her side, and he obeyed. We felt it was all in the breeding and that the mustang colt would have had a much better chance to survive on the open range than would Lady's colt.